Wufei hummed, not entirely sure he understood the poetics of Isamu's words, but still feeling their intent in his bones. Isamu cared deeply for this place. Spiritual, that's what the words were. Faintly smiling, he watching the other man near him without a wince. Standing only feet away, he looked carefully at the man's face now. The appeared the same age as Wufei, possibly quite similar to himself in many ways. "I see," Wufei hummed. "Then I am glad. I would miss these flowers if they ever wilted." After letting a silence fall for a few seconds that felt both dense and yet comfortable between them, Wufei flicked his eyes away again. "Ah, but if this is so much a haven, where can I...even hide?" Swallowing hard, he met Isamu's eyes again. Of course he wanted to disappear for weeks, or months, or maybe the rest of his life, but just what would reality bring him?